Our Old Friend Poem by w.c. Gosnell

Our Old Friend

Rating: 3.8


We return once again
to meet our old friend,
the familiar,
vacant desert.
If she is in a rare mood
she may cough up
a bone or two as a random present.
But experience has taught us that
the desert is thrifty with its rare bones,
only giving one up every thousand
years or so.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Menime Soul..'d' Ugliloner 26 December 2009

Wonderful way to describe your things lady... I love it :)

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Marieta Maglas 08 July 2009

nice poem...................

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